The script of the control group was torn up by hand, and the female supporting role of the era awake

Back in the house, Ai Anyang looked at Jiang Yanghui who was reading at the desk, silently put down his things, and took off his coat.

Jiang Yanghui smiled and waved to her: "I knew you were coming back, so I heated up the milk, and we both took half... Drinking milk at night will help you sleep..."

Ai Anyang nodded, picked up the enamel jar and drank slowly with his eyelids lowered.

Jiang Yanghui was also holding a vat and never took his eyes away from her.

When she finished drinking and put down the enamel vat, the man pulled her into his arms and kissed her.

Ai Anyang clung to him feebly, and his nose was full of the clean and refreshing breath of a man, with a faint smell of pen and ink.

It didn't smell bad, but it made her feel at ease and happy.

Jiang Yanghui pressed her head and really wanted to swallow her, but he didn't want her to confess herself in a daze.

"Go and wash up and go to bed. You have to get up and go to work tomorrow."

Ai Anyang quickly stood up, took the toothbrush and toothbrush and ran outside.

Jiang Yanghui grabbed her and helped her mix the warm water.

Ai Anyang pursed her lips and almost didn't say thank you. She felt that if she really said it, the man would definitely have a black face.

When her mother passed away, she was very young, so young that she didn't have much memory at all. At most, she remembered that she was a beautiful, gentle person who loved her very much. It was a deep love that existed exclusively in her memory and belonged entirely to her.

The second aunt was nice to her, but she couldn't be considerate of all the details.

Maybe she was too short of love. Ai Anyang brushed her teeth and sighed slightly. The person who admires the light is the moth!

She finished brushing her teeth slowly outside, and when she returned to the house, Jiang Yanghui was still reading.

"Brother Hui, the light is too dim and hurts your eyes..."

Jiang Yanghui closed the book, washed his hands and began to take off his clothes: "My wife is right, I have almost read the book. As long as I keep a good attitude, it is not difficult to take the God test."

I really envy him for being so confident, unlike her, who is so panicked even after she has torn through the books.

The two of them were lying flat on the bed. Ai Anyang couldn't help but turn sideways to face the inner wall, but then the man hugged her from behind and whispered: "Close your eyes and sleep!"

The man's body was like a furnace, warming her. Listening to the strong and slightly fast heartbeat, Ai Anyang fell asleep quickly.

Jiang Yanghui couldn't help but raise his arms, and then stared at this little heartless person in the faint moonlight.

Having a woman in his arms was really torture, and the fragrance of her body kept getting into his nose.

The two of them were wearing thin clothes, and he could feel her tenderness...

When Ai Anyang opened his eyes, the man had already gotten up and returned from exercising.

After washing, the man took her to the store before leaving.

Ai Anyang took out the bag from last night and handed it to the salesperson at the counter.

Some were beaten by those six people, and some were beaten by her.

The kind of surgery she had was very cost-effective. The crafting fee for one luozi is one yuan and three, but she can make six per hour, which is equivalent to seven and eight yuan.

And this was because she had to knit while teaching everyone, otherwise she would have knitted more in an hour!

The salesperson checked them one by one and said with a smile: "The bags sold by Teacher Xiao Ai are all very good. As long as they are of this quality, our shop will accept any price." Ai Anyang smiled and nodded: "Okay, our shop There are many aunts, aunts, sisters-in-law and sisters nearby who are looking for odd jobs to support their families.

It is very suitable for them to use windshield at home without being exposed to rain or snow. It is not tiring and does not strain their eyes too much.

I will send more in the future. "

After collecting the money, Ai Anyang bought some threads and some decorations, and then went to the yard to eat.

There are many varieties of breakfast in the small kitchen. Ai Anyang ate two crystal buns, a wonton, a tea egg, and nibbled on a stick of sticky corn.

Today, a shop took on the task of embroidering a dowry. The deadline was half a year, and the work included a set of wedding clothes, a set of toast clothes, a groom's clothes, a wedding quilt, etc. The amount of work was very large, and it was completed by three embroidery masters.

Even Ai Anyang was asked to go over and strike.

For such grand work, the embroidery shop does not receive many, but even if it is not many, there are still more than a dozen orders a year.

The price of an order is not cheap. After deducting the material fee, the embroidery studio and the embroidery girl are allocated according to the ratio of four to six, with four embroiderers and six embroidery workshops.

There are different packages based on the length, complexity and quantity of embroidery on the clothes, and the price of this package is directly linked to time.

The six-month period is the highest standard, nine hundred and ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine yuan. There is no shortage of rich people in Kyoto who spend a lot of money. If it is cheap, it is a disgrace to the embroidery skills of the embroiderer, and it is also an insult to the rich people.

When Ai Anyang was introduced to science, he thought it was an astronomical figure.

Seeing the little girl's frank look, the embroiderer couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Silly? Don't you think it's a lot?

Now you don’t have a formal main stitch, and you only embroider some simple patterns, otherwise you will definitely not be able to tell them apart...

But even so, after deducting thousands of material fees, you can still get a bonus of 20,000 to 30,000 yuan in half a year. "

Ai Anyang pursed her lips and smiled, nodding vigorously: "Then I will definitely work hard!"

This is a big order. In order to complete it on time, the embroiderers took the initiative to work overtime, coming in an hour early and leaving an hour late every day.

The three embroiderers mainly embroidered relatively complicated patterns, while Ai Anyang and another intern embroiderer who had just arrived helped with some simple tasks.

Ai Anyang's speed is very fast. One person can hold up to four or five people. She threads the needle so quickly that the afterimages are drawn out. However, the patterns she embroiders are not sloppy at all. Instead, the stitches are meticulous and have a kind of beauty that no one else can achieve. Even the simple single-cycle pattern is imprinted with care.

The embroiderers were amazed at her embroidery speed on the first day, and began to embroider beside her intentionally or unintentionally, explaining to her what embroidery methods should be used in each place, how to match each embroidery method, and occasionally letting her start sewing. A few stitches. It is said that embroidery is difficult for laymen, but the embroiderer is exposed to it every day, but she feels that it is very simple, just like a student studying, divided into several subjects, each subject has key points, theorems, formulas, etc.

After they have learned these, when they encounter practical problems, they don’t need to go through the knowledge points at all and can directly apply them. The same is true for embroidery.

Ai Anyang learns quickly. After all, she has her foundation here, and the advanced techniques are just what the ancients figured out from basic acupuncture.

When he returned home at noon, Ai Anyang's steps were jumping with joy, and his face was as bright as the morning sun with a smile on his face.

She was good-looking and bright, so several young people bumped into telephone poles on the road.

Even when she met Xie Chengzhi in the yard, the smile on her face could hardly stop!

Xie Chengzhi looked up and saw the little girl smiling brightly, with stars in her eyes, and the corners of her lips were like flowers on a branch in spring, pink and fragrant.

Before she came, everyone said that Zhu Yunting was a factory flower, but in front of Ai Anyang, Zhu Yunting was just an inconspicuous wild flower on the roadside. (End of chapter)